Jessie moaned as Min Jun slipped into bed and wrapped his arm around her.
"What time is it?" Jessie asked.
"It's late."
"Everything okay."
"Yeah. Happy to be home."
"Me, too."
"Any new developments?"
"Nothing I want to talk about." Min Jun turned on his side, letting his arm warm a path from Jessie's shoulder down to her chest.
She wore a silky low-cut gown. She smelled of Chanel and home. His thumb traced the neckline of her gown, his thumb grazing her bare flesh until he reached the fullness of her breast. Sliding his hand beneath the fabric, he weighed her softness in his hand. He let out a guttural murmur as he swept the fabric to the side and replaced his hand with his mouth.
